Linear Magnitude

Last night we had a family dinner at the Spaghetti Factory. We were celebrating Jazz's wife's birthday. It was me, Jazz, his wife and kids, JW's (Jazz's wife) sister, mom, and niece, some of Jazz's friends from church with their kids, my parents, and myself. It was a pretty large and in charge party.

The food was mediocre. I have been there before but it had been so long that I forgot how not so great the food was. I wouldn't recommend the place to anyone. Unless I order the wrong thing.

After we ate we were just hanging out talking and what not. Eventually the conversation took a turn for the worst or best depending on how you look at it.

For some reason my brother began explaining to his pals how my sister and I are 11 months apart. I said it was because my parents didn't have a television. That one liner got a few chuckles. We then realized that we were sitting with the two people who were partisans of the 11 month phenomenon so we decided to ask my dad how it went down back in 1978.

"Dad why are Rian and Ruth 11 months apart?"

His reply:

"Hacia frio en Canada"

Birthday plops for all

It couldn't have been said any better. With such eloquence.

After we all unplopped and recoperated we for some reason began reminicing the day of my dad's "killer party". For those of you unfamiiar
with the events of that event reference "My Dad Throws a Killer Party". We laugh at the irony of the first aid kit. So again we got to the source of the madness which we call "My Dad's Jesus Party" and ask my dad about the whole first aid kit and how the guy who brought it
ended up, well read the story. I don't want to "kill" it.

He replies:
"Ese man fue el que trajo la caja de primer auxilo y me dijo 'por so acaso alguien la necesita' y el nunca la pudo usar"

Second plop helping!

It takes skill to have that type if one linear magnitude but my dad has it down to science.